"The moon is so bright tonight!" Elder Mo stroked his beard and looked up at the sky.
"Yes, yes." Luoyan and Changhe looked up at the sky. After a while, a gust of wind blew, and dark clouds blocked half of the moon, and the moonlight instantly dimmed.
The atmosphere became a little awkward.
"Hello, Immortal!" The patrol team was unaware of the awkward atmosphere among the three people, and they all saluted the three people hiding on the roof, pushing the already awkward atmosphere to its climax.
"You're polite, you're polite." Elder Mo flew down from the roof, glanced at the yellow dog hiding behind the child, and finally his eyes fell on the dog tag hanging around its neck, and he smiled kindly.
"Thank you for saving my life, Immortal. I don't know your name, but we have no way to repay you. We would like to pray for you and burn incense for you." Facing Jiu Hui, the patrol captain was extremely respectful.
After witnessing Jiu Hui killing three bat monsters as easily as slapping mosquitoes, he was extremely grateful that he did not offend the immortal.
"As cultivators, we should take it as our duty to eliminate demons and defend the Way. We don't need to leave our names." Jiu Hui walked up to the child and wanted to rub his face, but when she saw his face was covered with tears and snot, she rubbed the puppy at his feet instead: "Go back and supervise your little master to study hard and be a good dog."
She lowered her head and said in a voice that only a puppy could hear: "There is a prohibition on the dog tag. If you dare to do evil, your soul will be torn apart. Next time, don't bring children out to bask in the moonlight. It's not easy to open spiritual wisdom. You must be obedient, lucky little dog demon."
The puppy froze, then crawled on the ground, letting Jiu Hui rub its head obediently.
"It's getting late, good kids, you should go home and sleep." Jiu Hui held the dog in her left hand and the child in her right hand, and stuffed them both to the patrol team: "Thank you for sending these two little ones home."
"Please rest assured, we will definitely send them home safely." The patrol leader climbed onto the horse with the child in his arms and stuffed the yellow dog into the child's arms: "Please take care of yourselves, immortals. I'll take my leave."
"Goodbye."
As soon as the people from the City Lord's Mansion left, Elder Mo and the other two surrounded them.
"Junior Sister Jiuhui, can I touch your shawl?" Luo Yan looked at the seemingly ordinary shawl with envy. There were no runes or spiritual energy on it, and no one could tell that it was a magical weapon.
"Okay." Jiuhui took off the shawl and stuffed it into Luoyan's arms generously.
Luoyan touched it carefully, touched it boldly, and then touched it hard, but no matter how she touched it, it was just ordinary cloth, nothing special about it.
"Is this also a gift from the village elders before you left the house?" Unable to see what was special about the shawl, Luo Yan returned the shawl to Jiu Hui and looked at the jade hairpin in her hand.
"This is not it." Jiu Hui shook her head and took the scarf. "When I was little, I liked to play in the river at the entrance of the village. The village chief was afraid that I would drown, so he tied this around my waist. The village chief said that this was left to him by his great-grandfather's grandfather, and he gave it to me because he had no children."
"Then this hairpin..."
"This was given to me by Grandpa Bu on my fifteenth birthday. It's a family heirloom that has been given to sons and daughters-in-law for generations. He said that he had waited until his hair turned white but still hadn't found a wife, so he just gave it to me."
Chang He: "Junior Sister Jiu Hui, why don't you write a letter and ask the elders in the village if they are interested in having a godson?"
Luoyan glared at him.
"And a granddaughter."
Jiu Hui silently hid the jade hairpin into the storage ring: "Elder, why are you and your brothers and sisters here?"
Changhe, Luoyan: "..."
Junior sister's change of topic wasn't abrupt at all.
"I sensed evil spirits in the city, so I came to take a look." Elder Mo's eyes were very kind. What a lovely child! The light shining on her was not moonlight, but the colorful light of magic weapons and brilliant golden light!
"Fortunately, you have the ability to cultivate and subdue these three evil demons." Elder Mo waved his sleeves and the bodies of the three bats turned into ashes: "My cultivation is not good enough, and I have never seen your ability."
"My cultivation is not very good. Before I went out, Master Long was afraid that I would attract the attention of evil spirits, so he gave me a bracelet that can hide my cultivation." Jiu Hui pulled up her sleeves, revealing an inconspicuous bracelet on her fair wrist: "This is it."
Elder Mo, Changhe, Luoyan: "..."
No, this is such a wealthy village, how dare they raise children like this
"Let's go back and talk." Elder Mo smiled: "The moonlight is so beautiful, let's walk back slowly."
It was quiet at night, with only occasional sounds of dogs barking and babies crying. Those who were still sleeping did not know that if Jiu Hui and others were not in the city today, their city would have fallen into a bloody nightmare.
"Fortunately, we are staying in the city today, and you stopped the evil spirits in time, otherwise, I don't know how many people in this city would have lost their lives." Elder Mo looked at Jiu Hui with relief: "Our sect believes in not being the first to intervene in everything. It is precious to lend a helping hand in times of crisis, but when you can't win, you should run away."
"Yeah." Jiu Hui nodded: "I understand. As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."
"It's good to understand this principle." Elder Mo smiled and said, "Our Wangshu Pavilion has been established for two thousand years. Although we are not able to stand out in the entire cultivation world, our inheritance has never been interrupted. When you become a disciple, you will understand why our sect has been able to be passed down for so many years."
"Junior Sister, are the elders in your village all independent practitioners who know how to practice?"
"Not at all."
"Who taught you your skills?"
"Each of them taught me a little, and I learned a little every day." Jiu Hui frowned: "But I am not a good learner. In the past two years, my cultivation has not improved much. That's why the elders let me come out to learn from a master."
The village chief said that it was not her fault that her cultivation level did not improve, but that they did not teach her well. There were many powerful cultivators outside the village, and there must be a master who could help her become more powerful.
“Ah, this…” Luo Yan turned her head and secretly glanced at Elder Mo. Was it a bit presumptuous to bring Jiu Hui back to their sect
"Don't worry, our Wangshu Pavilion teachers love their disciples like their own children, and the sect is your home." Elder Mo said confidently: "If you want to learn anything, every elder is willing to teach you." "Yes!" Jiu Hui nodded, "Thank you, elder."
"You're welcome, you're welcome." Elder Mo rubbed his hands and smiled: "Can you lend me your butcher knife?"
"Slaughtering knife?" Chang He's eyes widened in surprise: "The person who stabbed the Demon Cult's guardian in the waist was Junior Sister Jiu Hui?!"
"You really didn't recognize him?" Elder Mo reached out and knocked on Changhe's head heavily: "If even our own sect can't recognize him, what use are you?"
“Then why did you ask where Junior Sister had gone at that time…” Chang He muttered softly, covering his head.
"Why? You wish everyone knew that the person who could hurt the guardian of the Demon Sect was your junior sister?" Elder Mo said confidently, "Don't be fooled by the calmness of those disciples from the big sects when they left. I can guarantee that they will definitely send people to secretly go back and look for Jiu Hui's whereabouts."
"They want to poach our people?" Chang He did not doubt his master's words: "These big sects are really filthy-minded."
"And the most important thing." Jiu Hui explained: "I am afraid that the people from the Demon Sect will seek revenge on me, so I ask you brothers and sisters to keep this matter a secret."
"Don't worry, Junior Sister. One of the strengths of our Wangshu Pavilion is unity." Luo Yan held Jiu Hui's sleeve and said, "No matter what it is, as long as you disagree, it will never be spread outside the sect."
“Thank you, Senior Sister Luoyan.” Jiuhui took out the butcher knife from her storage ring and handed it to Elder Mo. “This is the butcher knife that Uncle Liu has used for decades. He said that a knife that has killed countless pigs has a lot of evil spirits, so I can keep it on my body to ward off evil spirits.”
"Isn't it a magic weapon?" Elder Mo looked at the curled and rusty butcher knife, which looked so ordinary.
“No.” Jiu Hui shook her head: “Uncle Liu usually works as a bricklayer or takes this knife out to help people kill pigs. Our village is a relatively poor one, and we don’t have that much money to buy magic weapons.”
No, no, no, you may have some wrong perception about poverty.
Elder Mo looked at Jin Nugget. Jiuhui carefully explained the poverty of the village and began to doubt his life.
"It's over tonight. You helped Tianhe City kill the bat monster. The city lord will come to visit us tomorrow. If you don't want to cause any trouble, we can choose to leave now." Elder Mo was very afraid that someone would come to snatch people from them.
"Elder." Jiu Hui was about to nod, but suddenly stopped and looked at the three masters and apprentices: "Do you feel like something is missing?"
"What's missing?" Elder Mo returned the butcher knife to Jiu Hui: "Did you forget to take back your magic weapon?"
"It seems..." Jiu Hui frowned and thought for a while, "Is there someone missing?"
Across the street, Zhiyou, wearing a light-colored robe and holding a glass lantern, stood under the eaves. Hearing their conversation, he turned his head to look at them calmly: "Are you back?"
The wind blew the red tassels at the bottom of the glass lamp, but the candle flame in the glass lamp did not shake at all.
The three elders Mo: "..."
My conscience hurts so much, they really forgot someone.
"Do you want to leave now?" Zhiyou walked up to the four of them, his eyes swept over them, and finally fell on Jiuhui.
Jiu Hui did not avoid his gaze. They stared at each other for a moment. Zhi You looked away and handed her the glass lamp: "Next time you go out alone, remember to bring a lamp with you."
"This lamp is so beautiful." Jiu Hui lifted the lamp and looked at it carefully: "It doesn't look like the light inside is candlelight, what is it?"
"I don't remember the name." Zhiyou frowned slightly and thought for a moment, but to no avail: "But it's just right for lighting at night."
"I know what it's called." Chang He swallowed and said, "It's called Night Glory Stone."
"What a nice name." Jiu Hui shook the lamp, and the luminous stone rolled around inside, making a gurgling sound.
“Don’t shake it, don’t shake it.” Luo Yan trembled and held Jiu Hui’s hand: “Be gentle, don’t break it!”
It's expensive!
"You like this kind of stone very much?" Zhiyou didn't seem to understand why they were interested in this kind of stone that was useless except for glowing, so he took out a handful of it from his storage ring and handed it to Luoyan: "Here you go."
Luo Yan: “…”
Changhe: “…”
Elder Mo: “…”
How could they forget about Jiyou just now? !
They are guilty, they are seriously guilty, they really deserve to "die"!
Is this their junior fellow apprentice? No, this is their God of Wealth!
Elder Mo silently laid layer upon layer of thick blankets on the gourd. It was cold at night, and he didn't want the two golden nuggets of their sect to be frozen.
The sect’s hope of getting rid of poverty and becoming rich lies today!
The author has something to say:
Zhiyou: Doesn’t everyone have this kind of broken stone? Don’t you have one?!
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